Cold

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~Master's POV~

I wrapped my arm around Doll's slumbering body and drew him closer to me.

"Cold," he whispered and gently pulled away.

"Warm," I grumbled in return, holding on tight.

"Master," he whined, pulling away again. I pressed my face to his neck, causing him to squeak and jolt up. My hands fluttered down to his hips and I looked up at him. So beautiful in the midnight moon with ethereal platinum hair that cascaded down his slim shoulders and pooled on the mattress, paired with cold eyes that held stormy skies; which carefully regarded me from above. He crossed his arms over his clothed chest and pushed his plump, red lips into an adorable pout that scrunched his pale face ever so slightly. I reached a frozen hand to his face and smoothed the crease between his perfect brows, causing him to shiver.

"Master, you're freezing." he took my hand in both of his and stuck it between his powerful thighs. I sighed in contentment at the warmth found there. He fell back onto the pillows with a huff and turned to his side to face me. I pushed my other hand into his shirt, placing it on the small of his back and smiled. He huffed again and rolled his eyes.

"You're lucky I love you." I leaned forward slightly and kissed his nose. He blushed and buried his head in the pillow.

"Goodnight, Doll," I muttered, as my eyes closed and I became dead to the world in slumber.

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